6th.

Enter Miss A. in the evening, and cries out, “Callahan1 is arrived, and a bushel of Letters. One for you Sir from C. Storer:”2 and away she flew. Miss had a dozen at least: there were very few for any body else.3

7th.

Dined at Mr. Jefferson's. Masks in the [rue de] Fauxbourg St. Antoine and in the ruë St. Honoré.1 With reason, are the Parisians called by all the rest of the Nation badauds2 de Paris, for nothing can be conceived more stupid, than this Carnaval amusement.
An hundred people perhaps run about the streets in masks, and there are ten thousand
people without masks looking upon them: it is said however that this diversion is
going much out of fashion; and that the Police, are obliged to hire a vast number
of People, to set the example: two thirds of the Masks, are paid, say they. Thus does
this government take every measure imaginable, to keep the eyes of the People shut,
upon their own situation: and they really do it very effectually.